Routine

I had forgotten how long sleepless nights were.

Amazing how fast we can adapt to new habits, then have them go awry, and miss them.

I want to sleep.

I wish you were here with me in my arms.
I want your skin against my chest, your legs wrapped around mine, your fingers in my hair.
I want to fall asleep warm and happy, with the smell of your hair washing over me.
I can't have those things tonight, but I will crawl into my bed, and remember what it was like, and try to dream of it, and you. And maybe it will come in a very distant, almost non-existant second place to the real thing.
Be happy dearest, sleep well, the most pleasant of dreams in the world too you. Maybe I can see you there.